I run a finger along the wafer-thin edge, then break off a slice and slide it along the surface until it disappears into the open water.
Once I swam here with a loon when May had just begun. It dove and surfaced. I dove and surfaced.
The sky is peaceful in its layers of gray and silver. I turn to walk back up the hill, giving thanks for places where beauty so easily brings mind, heart, and body into communion.